In Love With My Billionaire Husband

Serena Mclane's P.O.V 

"Are you sure you're alright?" I pursue after him.

Entering into his office, I scan my surroundings and am impressed with what I see.

The walls consist of dark wood panels with bookshelves stacked neatly in corners.

The floors are a Slightly lighter colour than the walls but are not too light.

A big mahogany desk is placed in the middle—facing towards the door— with black leather seats which are placed in front of it.

It seems odd having such dark colour schemes but the huge floor to ceiling window contradicts the colours as it lets in streams of sunlight, lighting the room up adequately without any need for artificial lighting.

My gaze directs back to him as he mutters a low curt ‘fine: Only now do I take note of the presence of another man.

The very same one who we just met in the elevator.

He's adorable in a way.

Adorkable, if I dare say.

"I haven't introduced myself"

I say as I place my hand out for him to shake, throwing Damien a pointed look while I do so, "I'm Serena Mclane"

I say smiling.

The guy who doesn't appear to be much older than me, smiles and shakes my hand.

"I'm Max, it's nice to meet you."

"I need the other files I told you about.’’ Damien says loudly as he leans across his desk, rifling through papers.

"Yes sir’ Max immediately gets into action, passing me a smile he fixes his square black glasses, and then rushes down the hall once more.

I'm sure, working for a man like Damien Stryker will make anyone rush around as if the hounds of hell are chasing after them.

And how lucky I am that I'll be having the pleasure of working with him.

"So what should I do?"

I ask, wanting to help.

Damien seems to be busy walking up to one of the panels— not covered by a bookshelf— and then pressing a certain place.

I curiously look around his shoulder only to see a section of the panel slide back and instead reveal a black box.

A safe.

Damien puts his hand on a small screen as it scans his hand and then makes a weird robotic noise, he punches in a passcode, the door to the safe swinging open.

I'm surprised Damien has let me see he has a safe in his office but I mean after all the time we are going to spend together, I'll be bound to know a few things here and there.

takes

practically shoved in his chest, way too close, and so I quickly take

and that entails a number of things.First off, you need a

simply says while opening the lid of the small

open as I glance

expected of me to wear a ring

it.Are my ears playing tricks on me or am I really just incredibly daft to not have

eyebrows furrow as I glance at

way he pronounced a

isn't strong, almost as if one goes to a country and spends quite a long time there that they pick up an accent but not enough time

am I thinking so hard on this? Damien probably just went

he doesn't seem to be the type

work and other activities to

I cant accept it

I find myself saying.

ring is

nothing about rings but I can tell that it's expensive, I mean

surround the main one- the band is

clue

very attention

"Why not?"

asks, he

my lip before answering; "It's too much.I can't accept the ring.I mean it's a family heirloom.You should give this to the girl you're actually going to ask

clarify, seeing

"But I am.To you."

He tries to explain.

my head, taking another step

this.You will be my fiance so you have to.This’' Damien pauses, testing the words in his mouth, unsure whether to say them or not, "This will keep

be confused as

"Protect me, from what?"

become important without making a few enemies,’ he says

there to do so.So

then he usually is, if that's

I'll oblige Damien gently grabs my hand, holding it firmly in his, and

dry and my face flushes at

had this not

befogged mind? We both stay silent, and finally he

leave his back as he now talks to a

at the ring that is now mine, I can't help

is indeed heavy

that Max has

to where we

he walks towards his

to act more than as

as if how

passing him I sit down on his desk

unamused look

ones and so that makes me spin